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Hate War

Hate War

His cold eyes moved from my face to all over my white lace dress with a clenched jaw. I felt weak in my knees but I was successful in keeping my brave face. "Nina is that you. You are looking so beautiful" he said while looking at me. I blushed I was still feeling burning holes on my back I gulp down nervously. "Have some drink" he said while taking a glass from the waiter. "No she is leaving," said the harsh voice next thing I know champagne was all over my dress staining it making me gasped. Before I could react he gripped my hand & dragged me near the pool area where no one could see us. I snatched my hand away from his tight grip "Why the hell you ruined my dress" I half yelled. "What the fuck you are doing in my party looking like a slut" he yelled angrily while pinning me to the wall. Listening to his words my blood boiled. "Let me guess you came here to ruin my mood by showing your ugly face," he said with an angry smirk letting me know his hate. "Stop giving yourself so much of importance. Im here for your mom my face may be ugly but ugly souls like you are not even worthy of my life's single sec" I said angrily and pushed him away from me but he didn't let me go away. "I can hide my ugly soul beside this face but ugly ducklings like you carry there ugliness which can't even be hidden by beautiful dress because they stain everything around them with their ugliness" his words were hurting my soul. I won't give him the privilege to see my tears. With all my power I pushed him making him stumble and fall in the pool. "Happy birthday," saying that I tried to walk away with a victory smirk but he didn't let me go. Things he did to me after that still sends a shiver to my spine. One thing was clear that day I would never want to see his face again in this life. But I don't know why the hell I am standing in front of him in church wearing a wedding gown. Looking at his victory angry smirk plastered to his face with my glassy eyes.
The Trapped by Him

The Trapped by Him

"Get her, bring her to our hidden basement" he said while looking at me with a deadly look Lord! I know I'm a philosophical person but why did I have to end up in this situation? I'm Mary Viatrixe Xylline Monteverde, a philosopher, basagulera and crazy woman but I didn't know this man would be the only one I would fold. "I don't even know that old man, you bastard!" I sneered at them and I was very surprised that a man grabbed my arm, that's why I changed his face when he kicked his balls He immediately groaned in pain and sat on the floor "Fanga, that's just a girl you can't hold tight yet" shouted this man so I looked at him badly "I am not his daughter. I don't know that, are you a fool?" I yelled back at him and I felt a cold aura from him and suddenly signaled. I was very surprised that three macho men grabbed me. I tried to get out of their hands but they were so strong that I couldn't struggle. Their muscles are very big and it's hard to fight with them stubbornly, especially when there are three of them that stop me. "Boss, don't feel sorry for my son, please. I know I'm wrong" suddenly said a man who was by my side and was also held by the men What son is he talking about? I just met that while he was running towards me and then he suddenly said that I was his daughter? Am I being affected by this? "Diě" said this very cold man and he suddenly raised a gun and pointed it at the man's forehead "D-Derick, this is my son, take him instead of me. He can serve the Master. He can be made a maid, a slave or maybe a bed warmer" said this man who made my eyes widen What is it? Bed? Suddenly, my heart beat faster, especially when the smile appeared on the face of this boss. "Hey! I don't even know you and then all of a sudden you're going to give me to this stupid man? Are you crazy? I wonder what's in bed? I'm a decent woman f*ck you!" I shouted angrily at this and at the same time the gunshot hit the old man's forehead I suddenly fell silent and bit my lip as I felt my body tremble. It was the first time I saw someone killed in front of me and I knew I was traumatized here. "Go follow my instruction" ordered this demonic man and the men who held my arm pulled me Even though I was shaking from what I witnessed, I was still able to walk and ride a car. Even though I sympathized with this problem because of his stupidity, I still felt a little pity for him. Yes, it's only about 1%. After an hour, the car I was riding in stopped and they pulled me out of it "What the hell, take it easy oh. I'm a very fragile woman and if you pull me it's like you're pulling a big cow" I yelled at them again "Fragile? You look like an amazon" said the man who made my blood boil as they pulled me. Tsk, thank you for keeping me captive if I hadn't destroyed that skull earlier. I just noticed that I had stumbled upon a large mansion. Is this the basement? It is too big and dirty to be called a basement. That Master looks rich. A few minutes passed again and they brought me into a room and I didn't see even a thing or furniture. Is this really a room? The men holding me violently pushed me to the floor and closed the door on me and locked it I slowly stood up even though my back still hurt from the impact of being hit on my back. What am I going to do here? There is no bed or tv. It's boring here. This mansion is still rich and yet this room is empty. Suddenly the door opened and it revealed a man with a socket of good looks but a terrible posture. Just one look from him is sure that I'm already buried. "Who are you?" I asked him firmly while raising an eyebrow "Are you a daughter of Ronald?" He asked me and I raised my eyebrows even more "Ronald who?" I asked with difficulty "It looks like Ronald fooled me again huh" he said "You're stupid" I said and suddenly his expression changed. "Excuse me?" He said and walked straight towards me "You got fooled fast so basically, you're stupid" I repeat and step back as he approaches me with a sharp gaze "Mary Viatrixe Xylline Monteverde is a beautiful name" he said and he suddenly stopped walking "Of course my mother thought of that." When I'm proud of him. By the way, how did he know my name right away? I haven't said that yet. Tsk, he immediately did a background check on me. "Your name would be fitting if it were written in a tomb" he coldly said causing my smile to disappear "What if I bury you? It's good to be out of there" I shouted "Go on" he playfully said so I prepared myself. I was a black belter in taekwondo when I was in college, so I am confident in my skills. I immediately punched him and accompanied him with strong kicks that would knock anyone down immediately when hit. All of this he avoided quickly which annoyed me. How can he avoid and block my attacks? Should I use my last technique? I suddenly stopped and stared at him "Done already? Tsk weak" he said and I grinned at him I lowered the strap of the shirt I was wearing an
Woke Up Engaged To My Rival

Woke Up Engaged To My Rival

I spent seven years as the secret benefactor of the man I loved, waiting for the day he would finally acknowledge our relationship. I traded my sharp business suits for a soft silk dress, ready to tell the world that the brilliant artist Andre Wilcox was finally mine. But at our anniversary dinner, the truth hit harder than any corporate betrayal. I sat inches away, hidden by a partition, as Andre laughed with his ex-girlfriend. He called me a "suffocating burden" and a "checkbook with legs" that he only tolerated until he became famous. Devastated and drowning in vodka, I stumbled into a nightclub and ran straight into Charls Wiley, my most hated business rival. In a haze of pain and alcohol, I clung to his expensive suit while paparazzi cameras flashed, sobbing that I loved him and begging him not to leave me. He swept me into his arms to escape the scandal, but our getaway ended in a horrific car crash that left us both buried in shattered glass. When I woke up in a hospital suite, the trauma had wiped my memory clean. My brain, unable to process Andre’s cruelty, filled the gaps with the only man who was there when the world went dark. "Charls, darling, you're hurt," I whispered, looking at my sworn enemy with pure, unfiltered adoration. I truly believe the man who tried to destroy my company is my devoted fiancé. My mother and Charls quickly realized that a fake engagement could save our stock prices and seal a fifty-million-dollar merger, so they decided to let the lie live. Now, I’m recovering in the arms of a shark, calling my nemesis "Hubby" while he waits for my memory to return so he can finish the war he started.
The Heiress's

The Heiress's

CRYSTAL POV. I just arrived at the school where daddy said that it was good for me to study here because his businessman friend owned it. Even though I don’t want it here, I follow it knowing what it wants to happen Btw I’m Crystal Mendoza 16yrs of age. 5’6 in height beautiful smart white pretty sharp some, Has a sexy physique. And has shoulder -length hair. According to when daddy brought me to this school. He also left and said that he would pick me up later when I was about to enter the school gate. Suddenly, I heard the screams of the female students. The SALCEDO brothers are already there, I just heard them say that but I'm the type of person who doesn't like to be curious about such things, means I'm not a gossip. I kept going inside to hopefully go to the principal/teachers room to submit my record card, when suddenly a blue car stopped in front of me. It almost hit me so I was very shocked. I approached the car without hesitation and knocked on its window. Hey. Do you know how to drive? Oh you just want to hit me I said to the person inside. I know he can see me on the inside but I can’t see him/her inside because the glass window of his car is tinted. I saw the surrounding students and they were looking at me but I didn't have a handkerchief, we were still in front of the car window. Soon after the car window opened and a man with long hair came up to me. curly. Oh What miss? If you complain, I'll give you a minute cold and stuck, he said, I raised my eyebrows when he said that. I immediately heard the laughter of the students Maybe because of what he said, hey I just want you to apologize because I almost collided with my language here, without even changing the aura of his face. His face reaction was very chill, just. Guys did you heard what she’s saying? She wants me to apologize on what I’ve done? Oh seriously? Btw girl I don't think you know what you're telling me to apologize to you? Okay I’m introducing myself my name is Michael SALCEDO and I am the youngest son of the owner of this school so if I still get you off, leave in front of me right now. After he said that, I wasn't even hooked. I acted normal at the same time. of its face. Why, this woman really tried me, ah, I even heard her say that and she immediately got out of her car, but I didn’t even leave my position. When it was in front of me it stood in front of me and it looked me in the face with no emotion ?? What makes you so sorry? I still have a question here ?? While I was staring at him? My gosh he is too tall compared to me. But my parents did not raise me to be oppressive and weak, so it was obvious that I was overwhelmed by its height. I continue my courageous showing to the students here. I noticed that he raised his hand so I closed my eyes hoping that he would slap me but no, he touched the collar of my unformed and he lifted me. What will fight kapaba? He asked. While I was on the air today, it was embarrassing because the students were laughing so I turned a blind eye, but I heard a gentle voice say that the youngest girl, please come down and go to your class. After saying that, the man with the cold voice was surprised to find out that I had fallen to the ground, I was shocked to hear the crash of the car of the son of the owner of this school. It's embarrassing because the students are looking at me now and I heard what they were saying about what I did to that michal. I did not know they ignored and I immediately stood up suddenly with a hand exposed in front of me. Are you okay? The gentle voice guy pala? I accepted his hand and I immediately stood up and looked at his face, he was also tall and he looked like the man before, I'm sorry my brother was really naughty then he said. I nodded and at the same time thanked him and said goodbye that he was leaving okay, he just replied see you around, he added. I was about to leave when suddenly someone came and immediately told the students that what else are you building us there so you can go to your classes? It's also tall and Maybe it's his brother who is opposite me even the one who was stuck before! So they are the SALCEDO brothers ?? I didn't waste any more time and I went to the teachers office room, I shouldn't be affected by what happened today focus on your goals crystals I said in my mind. FAST FORWARD Finally, I feel like I've had a very long day and I'm now outside the school gate to wait for daddy. It's just that it didn't take long and he came too. But mommy was with her. As we were driving down the road to our home, my mommy asked me how was my first day at school? I lied to her and said it's okay, that's why she said Thank you for that and the silence has already existed with the three of us. I also closed my eyes so that I could fall asleep at least a little bit. But maybe half an hour later I was surprised when I suddenly heard a loud collision and when I opened my eyes we were the ones who collided with the car and my thigh
Too Late, My King: She's The Champion Now

Too Late, My King: She's The Champion Now

I was Elara Vance, a reclusive artist who found her only solace in the vast VR world of Aethelgard, playing as my plain, unnoticeable avatar, Nightshade. For three loyal years, I was Soulbound to ApexKing, the game's golden boy and a real-life CEO, faithfully by his side despite the brutal forum mockery of our mismatched appearance. But then, a new star, SugarRush, burst onto the scene, brazenly stealing my old, anonymous art identity, "HoneyDew." On our three-year anniversary, in a public spectacle before the entire server, ApexKing shamelessly gave the rare "Twinflame" set I'd painstakingly crafted for him to her, before callously dissolving our bond and calling me a "placeholder." The humiliation intensified as he branded me a guild thief, placing a massive real-money bounty on my head, turning every player against me. My carefully guarded anonymity shattered when Tiffany Bellwether, SugarRush herself, doxxed my real identity and sent thugs to threaten me. Hunted relentlessly in-game and stalked in reality, my world imploded. How could the man who' d once sworn "against the world" with me believe every calculated lie from a gold-digging impersonator, dismissing three years of unwavering loyalty? The injustice boiled, leaving a raw, festering wound, and a single, burning question: why me? But rock bottom ignited a cold, dangerous fury. I refused to be a victim any longer. When a powerful, enigmatic rogue, RiverWraith, mysteriously offered his protection, I knew it was time to step out of the shadows. I would expose Tiffany' s fraud, clear Nightshade' s name, and reclaim every piece of my stolen life.
Phoenix Project: Her True Self

Phoenix Project: Her True Self

The date of my father' s funeral, circled in red on the kitchen calendar, also marked the day I decided to leave Mark. The decision settled into me with a cold, hollow certainty as I washed dishes, my hands immersed in warm water but my soul feeling frozen. Then, a black government car pulled up, out stepped General Sterling, my father' s commanding officer and once mine, now the only one who checked in on me. He sat in my living room, explaining the program needed me, that my name was at the top of the list for the elite "Phoenix" project. I, Elara Vance, once an expert pilot, a national hero who saved lives, now spent my days scrubbing floors, my hands chapped and unpolished. Just as the General tried to remind me of the woman I used to be, the front door burst open. My son, Leo, raced in with Julia, our neighbor, and her son Cody, excitedly showing off an expensive drone Julia had bought for him, a replacement for one Mark had claimed was "falling apart." Mark, my husband, walked in right behind them, beaming, ruffling Leo's hair, completely ignoring me and the uniformed General in our living room. He looked right past me, telling me to "make some snacks for the boys" as if I were a servant, a humiliation that burned, a decorated officer reduced to fetching food in my own home. Julia gave me a sweet, pitying smile, while my son cheered as Mark replaced my framed picture in my flight suit with the drone box on the mantel. Mark then cruelly asserted that my dead father and my past meant nothing, that I was "weak" and had "gotten soft," while Julia suggested I was unwell and should "lie down." Then, Leo, my own son, shoved me. I fell, hitting the coffee table, a blinding pain shooting through me; through the agony, I saw Leo's triumphant face and Cody's subtle thumbs-up-they had planned it. Lying in the hospital, my hip throbbing, I overheard Cody and Leo gloating about their plan: my injury meant I' d "go away for a long time," and Julia could replace me, becoming Leo' s new mother. My son, my own flesh and blood, had been turned against me, wishing I was "more like your mom," echoing Mark' s casual cruelty and Julia' s saccharine poison, shattering the last fragments of hope for my family. In that sterile, silent room, a cold, hard clarity descended: the lie I' d been living was over, and the bond with them was severed. The medical staff then revealed Julia needed a directed blood donation, as I was a match for her rare type. Mark, accompanied by Julia, demanded I give blood to the woman who conspired against me, showing more concern for her than for his injured wife. "No," I said, looking at him with pity. General Sterling reappeared, revealing Julia's anemia was chronic and had disqualified her from military service years ago. Understanding the game, I agreed to the donation, knowing it would lull them into a false sense of security, a final act before destroying their carefully constructed world. Drained and alone after the donation, Leo visited, offering a wilted flower, murmuring that Cody said I' d be mad and "probably won\'t come home." Watching him walk away, every flicker of maternal instinct died; he was theirs, and I was finally, blessedly free. Two days later, discharged, I returned to a house reeking of Julia' s perfume, my photo gone, and Julia directing a cleaning lady in my kitchen. When Mark, irritated, said I was "in no position to make demands" and tried to physically escort me to my room, something snapped. In one fluid motion, I sidestepped his grab, used his momentum against him, and pinned him face-down on the living room carpet in a compliance hold. "You are mistaken," I whispered, my voice that of Commander Vance, of Phoenix. "I am not weak. I am not your patient. And this is not your house." I ordered Julia out, then walked out myself, leaving Mark and Julia in the ruins of the life they thought they controlled, ready to reclaim my own.